"Hello, make complaints about it, at least turn off the radio," said Frank spears, tucking up the receiver.


    Then, there was a change of people across the street. The reason why there was such a situation just now was that someone didn''t hang up and grabbed the microphone.


    "I told those innocent kids to shut up. Don''t bully these ordinary people with spells. How about a happy duel between experts?"


    Frances piss: "experts fight a ghost. What do you want to play at this distance? Does the magician have an immediate attack range of more than 10000 meters? I''m not going to prepare any great magic for you. Half a century ago, holy spells were given to shells and rockets to effectively kill the ghost ship. Now don''t they?"


    "Boom!" the muzzle of the two 480mm guns spewed purple black flames that almost shrouded the warship.


    The two shells dragged the comet like tail, and the distance between the two sides disappeared in an instant.


    Not to mention the magician, the other party''s escort destroyer responded, and the bow guns and high-speed jet dense array all hit the head of the shells fired at them.


    Some artillery and rockets were also aimed at the Hindenburg!


    Huh? Where are the modern missiles?


    It''s said that in the fog of ghost ship, all navigation is useless. Whether it''s ancient compass or modern radar, as long as there is this concept, it will all fail.


    The anti-ship missile is basically useless at this distance.


    "Dong! Dong!"


    Two shells ignored all intercepting fire and hit two large frigates!


    "No explosion?" flanpis tilted her head. In fact, she knew that the attack was blocked, and the shell was still trying to move forward, but it had not succeeded.


    "Sorry, border crossing is my specialty. If you want to kill someone, solve me first." another voice sounded on the radio.


    "Can you stop my attack? At least you must be a saint. It''s really troublesome not to judge whether you are a saint from the amount of soul and magic. But -"


    Flanpis sat in front of the console, held her face, whistled and said contemptuously, "whew - what''s the big deal in blocking two of the cheapest shells originally intended to hit mortals? First of all, I''m just too lazy to get off the ship and play with experts. Oh, a mere saint is not worth my shot."


    During this period, countless shells hit the Hindenburg. Flanpis felt that they did contain warheads that had carried out holy spells or portrayed runes to enhance their effectiveness against the ghost ship, but the number was not large, about one out of five.


    Although the hit is much more accurate than the naval gun decades ago, the size of the shell is the same as that of the ant. At most, it can do scraping damage.


    "After all, the era of giant ship artillery has passed, but the premise of useless ship artillery is that the missile can be used."


    "You guy, is it?" the other party seemed to find something.


    "Hee hee, I think someone remembers me," said flanpis with a smile.


    The border protecting the fleet suddenly disappeared, and the two ships were hit immediately. It was clear that they were only hurt by an explosion hole. They were still above the waterline without water, but sank in violation of the laws of physics.


    All the guns of the Hindenburg opened fire together, and one hit ship after another was pulled into the sea like a sea of Buddha.


    "The symbol of the scourge of the dead, a ship that was haunted and swallowed by ghost ships, disappeared in the eyes of the world. But it has become a new legend of ghost ships in future generations. For ghost ships, destruction is actually more difficult than assimilation. All ships sunk by such shells will accelerate to become my companions. Why, don''t you defend? Shells of this degree are very easy for you, right?"


    "That doesn''t matter."


    There was a terrible sound on the sea. Something supersonic galloped close to the sea. Unlike streamlined missiles, this huge sound was obviously the result of the hard resistance of irregular objects to air and water resistance.


    "If it''s you, if it''s you! You''ve come out of the mysterious border surrounding the School Park City! As long as you''ve hurt that fool and stood on the side of the" troublemaker "who beat him through holes and finally killed him without dust, you''re already the target of my crazy killing! I''m Sylvia. You''ll at least know the information if you report your name!"


    "Oh, I remember. Are you the maid of orels?"


    The very traditional revenge drama is not calm at all. Regardless of the power gap, it is an old-fashioned script that confirms the moment when the enemy is located, except when one party''s life and soul disappear, there is no other ending.


    "Otinus, how many times have you reset the world and failed to revive the quasi demon God? Do you want to do it or can''t do it? What should I do next?"


    Francois was confused about whether she should play with her this unpleasant script. She was so crazy that she couldn''t expect to create anything else to make her spirit fluctuate. No pleasure.


    "No fun, no play. It''s not worth doing it yourself."


    Flanpis came to a conclusion when the distance between the two sides was less than 5000 meters.


    Four 480mm main guns and dozens of 150mm auxiliary guns, 88mm anti-aircraft guns and 40mm anti-aircraft guns ejected a terrible light curtain like the space warship of Star Wars at Sylvia, the missile launch tube was opened, and the 800mm thick missile was blasted off as a mortar.


    Seven seconds later, Sylvia was hit by a V2 missile, and the border collapsed, revealing flaws. She was bathed and penetrated by countless beams of light. The imaginary ribbon stretched from under the sea tied her up and dragged her into the dark shadow to decompose her magic and the power of the "son of God" equivalent to nuclear weapons in the world, and took it for herself.


    "Can you stop it for seven seconds? That''s the difference in combat power between the sage and my treasure missile battleship."


    Suddenly, there was a holy light.


    The huge dark warship bathed in light was safe on the surface, but flanpis clearly felt that it had been consumed from the inside.


    "This feeling, is valkiri?"


    "At least now. In short, it''s your enemy."


    "With this power, don''t you save your teammates?"


    "I was surprised that she was so impulsive that she sent it so simply."


    "Really, in my eyes, you don''t have much difference. You know yourself." flanpis noticed that the radio added magic elements, that is, the valkiri who launched the holy light had slipped away.


    "Wait!" said the other side, "I didn''t expect that there are people in the world who are proud to exercise the power of the goddess of the underworld, which is disgusting to human beings. This is the first time you have met someone who can see through you to this extent. Since you take the initiative, the whole world will aim at you. You can continue to be arrogant soon, flanpis v. Gropius!"


    "Haha, that''s just right." flanpis crossed her legs and leaned back on the back of the chair, happy that her acting could reduce the burden.


    (to be continued)